Perfect Sense Page #4

It's very aggressive.

Yeah?

Yeah, we stick with the 2006 plan.

- Stephen.

- OK?

It's still valid.

Isolate the first ones,

get ready for loads more.

They're saying a child was born

in Berlin with all its senses.

There might be a chance of antibodies.

- What's going on?

- Somebody's infected on the third floor.

- They sealed it off.

- Who owns this restaurant?

- Me.

- You're shutting down.

- Give me a f***ing break.

- Everywhere is shutting down.

The council wants to hire you and

your staff to cook for the quarantined.

Thousands are holed up in their homes,

sports arenas.

They all need to be fed

three times a day.

- Here's your menu and budget.

- Municipal food?

Other restaurants will do it.

If you don't want the job, just say no.

- That's all I need to hear, a no.

- Aye, all right. We'll do it.

Aye, very moving.

You'll have us in tears in a minute.

- F*** you.

- We're just trying to do our jobs.

- We're trying to keep things working.

- Bouillon and fusilli?

- Make sure that pasta's al dente.

- Fat and flour.

Fat and f***ing flour.

You're homeless.

Sh*t.

Stay away from anyone

showing symptoms of aggression.

You can choose between

a gym full of those not infected

out behind the bus station,

or you can come home with me.

Tough one.

What?

Stay away from people

showing symptoms of aggression.

Oh, Jesus.

So all of a sudden, we're living together.

Yeah.

Mr and Mrs Arsehole.

Hmm.

We could play

"make me special" games.

We could play at lovers.

And we could f***.

But you're just like all the others.

Don't you think that you matter,

cos you don't.

You're nothing.

You are just passing time.

It's not difficult to understand.

It's just f***ing.

And eating. And fat and flour.

You go out there, you lie down

on your back and spread your legs.

Or take your profound conversations

and your emotions and f*** off.

You're just a pair of ears and a mouth,

an arsehole and a c*nt.

It might surprise you to know this

but everyone else has that too.

A pair of ears and an arsehole.

Fat and f***ing flour.

Nothing special about this one,

except that she's infertile.

Fat and flour. Fat and flour!

Fat and f***ing flour!

Fat and f***ing flour!

Fat and flour!

Fat, fat, f***ing flour!

Aargh! Oh, God!

Let me in! Let me in!

Take me with you. Hey!

Hey!

Come on, let me in!

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Pardon?

Seen anyone else?

I hope you can hear this

Whatever!

Said to you, I didn't mean.

It wasn't me.

It was the disease.

It was not you.

It was not you.

It's not me.

It's nobody.

Nothing.

Nobody's here. Nobody.

No.

Disease. Which disease?

Where is it?

Where are you hiding, you f***ing c*nt?

Where are you?

I need you to come back to me

Take that... Nothing!

I need you to believe me

It's me.

Why? Why?

- Why?

- It's me asking you to come back.

Why, Why, why, why, why?

Why, Why?

- I love you.

- You're all f***ing liars!

There are two movements now.

There are the people who run through

the streets, grabbing all they can.

People who don't believe in anything

but the end of the world.

Then there's the other movement...

farmers going out to

milk their cows...

...soldiers reporting for duty.

Those who believe

that life will go on somehow...

...or just don't know

what else to do.

People prepare for the worst...

...but hope for the best.

They concentrate on the things

that are important to them.

All the things beyond fat and flour.

Once we thought of the ice age

as something that crept up...

glaciers slowly spreading...

temperatures gradually dropping.

But recently a number of intact

mammoths have been discovered

with stomachs full of

undigested grass.

The cold must have hit them

like a blow from a club.

That's how the darkness

descends upon the world.

But first the shining moments.

A shared flinching

of the brain's temporal lobe.

A profound appreciation

of what it means to be alive.

But most of all, a shared urge

to reach out to one another.

To offer warmth...

...understanding...

...acceptance...

...forgiveness...

...love.

It's dark now...

but they feel each other's breath...

and they know all they need to know.

They kiss...

and they feel each other's tears

on their cheeks.

And if there had been

anybody left to see them,

then they would look like normal lovers

caressing each other's faces...

...bodies close together...

eyes closed...

...oblivious to the

world around them.

Because that is how life goes on.

Like that.

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